The time you fell into the river after digging for coins in the hayDon't rush it. Just waittill you find what you buried there, so many years before.And it will all be shiny.Still the current for a breath and let the air take you back to where it all actually started.Sawdust and copper, sun-warmed soil, particles passing through a beam of lightEverything old made new again and again and again.

Still Night

Anchor me with lightIn this mostStill night.Windless in anticipationSo denseYet smooth as a stoneWorn on the breakersCalmWaiting for who knows what? whileThis diamond, it is blindingShining all around UsIlluminatingWhat we knew was thereAll along. Thank GodIt never hid, just stayed,Kept pace, anticipatingIllumination in the quietestDark. Breathing always, neveranxious: gracious saver of soulsTimeless in its grasp - lighter thanAny air around.Hold me here, person I have alwaysKnown, and not yet told the WorldI will never be without.

Winterfeel

The key to a warm coat is a good seal,keeping the outside outside.When even our vehicles have icicles, coldsits on the tip of everyone's tongue.Salt crunch, pothole windchill, grey melt chap.Eyes growing weary of white,white light.

Whiskey Temple

And as for me, I’ll drink my champagne [PBR] & cry into my soup – dart lines across the city [MKE]to reach your gold flaked tears escaping a night window, glinting as they dissipateacross the deep dark Lake. If this life were a cartoon, I’d want you to draw it –wouldn’t trade it for a million calorie-free chocolates. We’re in this together, but perspective’sso individual. How'd you take your coffee? Like the Lake: jet black & ice coldLet’s do this: lotus-shambled and strung out to dry, because even when you miss him the worst hurt, sun is miraculously inevitable. Don’t sell your soul just yet, brunch and more is out there. Sea glass and driftwood too.